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sanguinius, primarch of the blood angels, a foe not to face one on one in close combat had appeared infront of farsight. farsight stared in awe at the primarch with his wonderous armor and blade. since his last battle farsight had been training all the harder but to no avail sanguinius charged at the battlsuit with all the fury and strength his father had given him.
slash after slash the battlesuit struggling to block the blows, let alone counter them farsight was backed into a corner, but he remembered one thing, his suit had a few mods that were viewed as non compliant with the greater good. a few moments later and sanguinius was engulfed in a blinding light, his blade fell out of his hand and sanguinius grasped wildly untill he managed to grab the battlesuit and lifted it close to his face.
sanguinius said "so, you xeno's dare to side with horus? you will pay for that with your life"
behind him farsight had a detonator switch in his hands, he looked at his foe for a moment and wondered why he still fights for a race that doesn't conform to the greater good, in one moment sannguinius was engulfed in an inferno and said one thing "xeno, you have bested me, becuae of you, the imperium will fall"
farsight suddenly had a thought, what if he is doing is wrong? maybe he should craft a new imperium out of the old.
he left those thoughts hidden in his mind, he said only one thing throughout the entire battle, "i need to steal another suit from the loyalists, hmmmm, maybe that new XV9 they have been developing" and so, farsight was transported back onto his ship, and headed towards the nearest tau industrial world.

I think this thread started out good, but the Tau winning everything has totally wrecked it...

ok then, how about we pit the two tau guys against each other.

No Tau could realisticly beat Ghazz in a fight and Mad Doc had a terrible death...

do you even know who comander farsight is?

The imperial squad moved forward in combat formation. Their masks filtering out the worst of the contaminants the xeno threat had brought with them. A chimera slowly followed them, with its turret scanning back and forth for any sign of threat. A low rumble began to shake near the imperial troops and nearby buildings began to shed their outer skins as the rumbling grew louder. A mass of scarred tissue blew through a wall in a surrounding building and tackled the chimera, sending it into the walls of the habs across the street. The beast focused on smashing and ripping the machine apart. The squad of steel legion troops opened fire. Old One Eye turned to them and charged, soon turning the squad into paste.

The loss had not gone unnoticed however, and soon another group of imperials had mobilized towards the position of the lost squad. The beast roared as it moved towards the new attackers. Chimeras rolled towards the beast and halted to let out their cargo, heavy weapons fire soon filled the air and las fire lit up the street, illuminating the horrible visage of Old One Eye as it stalked towards the source of its aggravation.

Las fire bounced off of its carapace and the heavy bolters seemed to only annoy the great beast as it closed onits target. The beast picked up a chimera and slammed it into another, causing a large explosion to engulf the nearby guardsmen in a blast of promethium and charred limbs. The beast roared once more as it continued to decimate the steel legion forces. Then a louder noise drowned out the sound of the massacre as a large, twilight black machine rolled ominously towards the beast. Old One Eye had dispatched his nuisance and now saw its new prey.

Old One Eye once again lifted a ruined chimera and launched it at the Fortress of Arrogance, the lesser machine smashed against the front of the larger and was ground underneath the large baneblade. The hulking machine fired and blew One Eye to the ground. Yarrick lifted himself out of the turret and looked at the smouldering area his personal banelblade had just made. The smoke was clearing and Yarrick could barely make out the mound of tissue that was One Eye.

Yarrick got out and climbed down the side of his baneblade, he walked proudly towards the beast. He looked at it closely, smirked and then turned away to head back towards the Fortress of Arrogance. With a large amount of exertion Old One Eye lifted itself up to show that it was not done and would not be so easily defeated. Yarrick heard the beast groan as it rose and turned around smoothly and again walked towards the beast, bolt pistol drawn and firing into the beasts now gaping maw.

Old One Eye smashed its claw into Yarrick, sending him into a nearby hab. Yarrick looked up at the beast and coughed out some blood. The beast stared directly into Yarrick's face, growling and raising its claw to deliver a final blow. Yarrick continued to lay still and then used his bionic eye to blind Old One Eye, sending thick, dark, chunky ooze into Yarrick's face and upper body. Old One Eye reeled back and Yarrick ran towards it, powerfist raised high in the air. The beast slashed back and forth as it attempted to hit its enemy even though it couldn't see.

Yarrick dodged the thrashing claws and closed with the beast, plunging his powerfist into the creature's chest, ripping out it's heart. Yarrick continued to punish the beast by crushing its throat and head.

Yarrick stared at the destroyed body of the enormous creature and clambered back towards his baneblade. Once he was back inside he ordered the crew of the massive machine to crush the beast under the treads.

Old One Eyes' bones and carapace were just renewing themselves as the Fortress of Arrogance rolled onto the beast. Yarick could feel the beast's body cracking underneath the treads.
Yarrick tapped his bionic eye, saying " While these xenos replace what they lose with copies, we replace what we lose with improvements." A squad of troopers followed the Fortress of Arrogance as it trundled over the remains of the legendary beast, they cleansed the ground of it's remains with promethium.

Well done, Halo. I like it.


Sister Alicia vs. Eldrad!


Sister Alicia Dominica closed her eyes and prayed to the Emperor for guidance. Alone in the nave of the temple, she begged the Emperor for forgiveness...

"Divine Emperor, lend me Your immaculate guidance. I have been present at the accidental deaths of two of the Imperium's greatest heroes, including Your own son. Some foul agency is working to destroy the Imperium, and I need Your aid to defeat it..."

Her litany went on for three days of fasting and self-flagellation. Finally, like a switch flicking on in her mind, Alicia knew what to do.

Xetox Prime

Eldrad watched the battle from nearby hilltop, concealing himself and his pathfinders within a psychic shield. He grinned as the strands of fate wove together seamlessly. With just a little nudge, the Orks would overwhelm the Sisters of Battle and the pesky Sister Alicia would be removed from the picture.
The barbaric Orks were surging in a green tide against the battle lines of the Sisters, throwing their bodies towards the foes, heedless of casualties. The sisters, meanwhile, had used their Rhino transports to make a makeshift wall and were standing atop the venerable transports, firing into the masses of Orks. When the bodies became piled too high, they would burn the Xenos with holy prometheum. For the moment, at least, they were holding out. Sister Alicia commanded the centre of the line, waiting for the perfect moment to spring the trap she'd laid for the filthy Xenos.
Eldrad tensed, for the moment was drawing near. "Tel-da" he called to the squad leader, "have your squad destroy the flamers held by the centremost group of Mon-keigh". Instants later, flame erupted form the fuel tanks of the Imperial Flamers, throwing some Sisters to the ground and giving the Orks a new surge of confidence. Sister Alicia, shielded from the blast by her faith, knew it was time.
At her whispered words through her communicator, the Inquisitors stationed inside the wall of rhinos, an unprecedented gathering of Imperial psychic might, all began using their powers to hammer any nearby witches (hammer of the witches). Instantly, Eldrad's psychic barrier wavered, as his vast psychic might was beset. His mighty ghosthelm protected himself from the worst of their battering, but he was forced to focus on self defense rather than shielding himself from view. In moments, the most powerful psyker in the galaxy regained the upper hand, driving the inquisitors to their knees until, one by one, they broke off mental contact. Moments later, Eldrad was once again invisible to the naked eye.
Alicia, however, had seen her chance. It was time for the final phase of her plan. She commandeered the most ornate looking Rhino of them all, and drove full speed through the mob of Orks, the siege shield on the front hammering their green bodies out of the way. Turning, she plotted a course that would bring her Rhino up directly behind where she had spotted Eldrad. Grimly she plowed through the mob of Orks to her destination.

Behind the Orkish lines, Feedbag da mek watched the rhino with interest. "Dat one 'dere, boyz, is da shiniest trukk I evva seen" he said to the massed group of lootas. "Wot d'you say it's time we tried out our new gubbinz?" The lootas cheered their approval and took aim with their newest contraptions, guns cobbled together from several crates that had mysteriously landed in their camp several days ago. Lootas aren't big on questions, though, and cheerfully banged the guns together, to provide the most dakka possible. "DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA!" came their massed cry as they took aim at the shiny Rhino.

Gunfire began pinging off the shell of Alicia's rhino, eliciting a grim smile.

Eldrad watched Alicia's progress with interest, noting the Loota fire that was doing surprisingly little damage to her conveyance. He realized what she was doing, and grinned. He readied his staff to destroy the rhino himself. As he readied himself, Alicia's rhino managed to get into position so that Eldrad was between her and the lootas. So focused was the mighty Eldar on his throw, that he didn't notice the gunfire whizzing past him. "Eldrad!" shouted the Pathfiner leader "Get down! You're in the line of fire!". Eldrad shook his head, trusting to his psychic shielding and mighty runes to protect him. As he drew back his arm to send his staff through the rhino and Sister Alicia, suddenly his eyes opened wide. "NO!" he yelled.

THUMP. Several bullets tore through Eldrad's frail body, sending sprays of blood and bone outwards. His psychic scream tore through the battlefield, cutting through even the Orks mighty WAAGH energy. The battle was still for a long moment until, with a shrug, the Orks got back to Krumpin'.

Sister Alicia smiled from inside the Rhino. "I don't think I've ever gotten more use out of a crate of psycannons in my life" she said conversationally.

I never really wanted to do more than one fight at a time, but things seemed to be at a standstill. I even considered doing a third so that the weeaboos wouldn't ROFLSTOMP even more opponents in Close Combat.

News of the ignoble end of Sly Marbo had spread amongst the Imperial forces on Tarthus Prime like wildfire. The heroic man had been seen as an inspiration for an entire generation of Catachans and his fame rivalled that of heroic figures like Creed and Yarrick. Sister Alicia herself felt a pang of regret that such a valuable tool had been killed by her orders, but a small voice in her mind reminded her that she had tried to warn Marbo. If only the jungle fighter's skill hadn't come with an insurmountable arrogance. Since his death, the Imperial forces had slowly been pushed back from the land zone. The Earthshaker barrage had managed to weaken the defenders, but jsut as the wave of Chimera and Immolators had crashed into what remained of the Tau bulwark, battered red landers had dropped down from the sky. The Tau that emerged from these Orca were garbed in a bizarre red armor that differed considerably from the tan tones of their bretheren. These newcomers also displayed a surprising skill in hand to hand combat, and this skill, coupled with their unexpected appearance, had shocked the Battle Sister. In a moment of weakness, she had ordered a retreat.
Since that day a week ago, she had wondered if she made the right choice. Could her forces have crushed these red newcomers? Or would the Tau have been able to repulse her? After having fasting for forty-eight hours and consulting with her commander via astropathic choir, Sister Alicia had determined that she had made the right decision. Tarthus could not have afforded the loss of its Ecclesiarchal defenders. Now, with the counsel of her superior and the arrival of a small flotilla of Imperial ships, Sister Alicia was ready to push back to the Tau landing site and remove the foul stain from Tarthus. Surprisingly, the Tau had not lef their drop zone since they had landed. Intelligence reports claimed that their had been some sort of leadership struggle amongst the Tau and that the red commander, "Farsight", had deposed the spiritual leader of the original landing forces.
Since that coup, the newcomers had been busy instructing their bretheren in close combat fighting and building new defences. This change in standard Tau doctrine would have worried Sister Alicia if she hadn't had a cadre of powerful warriors coming to aid her with the orbiting flotilla. Waiting in their drop pods, the seventh company of the Salamanders chapter of Space Marines were ready to drop onto the planet on Sister Alicia's command.
Turning to the vox operator at her command post, Sister Alicia ordered the Space Marines to begin their descent. With the initial phase of her plan enacted, Sister Alicia sprinted over to her Immolator, ready to bathe the xenos in holy promethium. Clambering into her transport, Sister Alicia checked her chronograph. Five minutes after she had ordered the Space Marines to depart, she ordered a general advance; it was time to end the Tau's presence on Tarthus Prime.
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Commander Farsight hardly had time to duck before the drop pod slammed into the square he was holding his war council in. The mighty ride of ceramite crushed Shas'el Fee'sh beneath its red hot retroburners. The concussive force of the pod landing had knocked all of the Tau in the square to their feet and they had just begun to rise when the three doors sealing the pod blasted off, crushing two more Tau. Roaring in righteous anger, Venerable Dreadnought Hephaestus waddled off its platform. The waddling motion that propelled the sarcophagus would have been humorous if the machine was not vomitting flaming promethium from its twin Heavy Flamers. A dozen Tau were quickly cooked to a burnt crisp and a dozen more would have followed if the half dead astartes had not stopped to rend an XV-88 in two. Commanderarsight gestured to his bodyguard and activated his suits propulsion system. Farsight flew intothe air, followed by his guardians.
Farsight understood that with the ancient entombed in a mighty Ironclad chassis, none of his guards had the firepower needed to destroy the living tomb. Farsight quickly ordered a trio of fusion armed suits to cleanse the square before contacting the recently repaired aerial drone network. The Air caste controller informed him that the humans were closing in on the drop zone from all sides. Farsight was confident that his enclave troops could hold back the humans, but he did want to ensure that the Imperial commander in charge of this assault died. With the help of the drone network, the Air caste controller relayed the position of Sister Alicia to Farsight. Informing his bodyguard of his plan, Farsight turned and headed towards Alicia's Immolator's destination.
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Sister Alicia wiped the grime from her forehead. Her Immolator had lost its left tread to a stray lascannon blast, and her squad had preceded towards her destination on foot. Sister Alicia had chosen the governor's palace as her target, hoping to be able to rise a flag emblazoned with the aquila from atop that structure as a morale boost for the troops. After trekking two miles through the wartorn city/starport, her goal was in sight. No Tau appeared to be in the building and the face of the structure lacked any of their red battlements. Mentally shrugging, the Battle Sister began marching up to the palace.
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Commander Farsight was pleased to see that his target had made it to her target. Farsight himself was hidden, along with his retinue, behind the palace, using the aerial drones as eyes. Rising from his crouched position, Farsight jetted up over the building, ready to kill the Imperial leader and try to use her death to demoralize the attacking humans.
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Venerable Brother Hephaestus was damaged. The crisis suits had taken him by surpise and the exalted hero of the Salamanders had lost his right arm to their assault. Luckily for the dreadnought, the Tau's weapons caused a systems malfunction that fired one of Hephaestus hunter-killer missles straight into the rockcrete behind the suits. The ensuing tumble of debris had distracted the suits, allowing Hephaestus to bathe his attackers in flame. Just thinking of the popping noise the suits had made caused the ancient warrior to chuckle, although a chuckle emanating from the vox grille of a dreadnought sounds absolutely terrifying. Now the dreadnought was moving to the Imperial palace. His captain had told him to travel their to assist the Battle Sister in charge of the Imperial assault. The palace was nearly in sight, just beyond a small ecclesiarchal structure. Intoning a prayer to the Emperor, the man-machine decided that speed was of the essence and that travelling through the building was his best option. Crashing through layers of rockcrete and tapestry, the Dreanought emerged into the courtyard in front of the palace just in time to see Commander Farsight level his Plasma Rifle at Sister Alicia. Strewn about the pair were the bodies of both leaders' bodyguards. Taking aim, Hephaestus fired off his second hunter-killer missle. The tank busting projectile impacted the energy shield protecting the renegade Tau and knocked the crisis suit to the ground seven meters from where he had stood. Sister Alicia rose and grabbed her power weapon from where it had fallen. With a gestured salute to the ancient Dreadnought, Sister Alicia walked to were the commander had fallen. Crawling away frantically, Commander Farsight was dragging a broken leg behind himself in his attempt to flee from his downed suit. The sister approached quickly, eager to end the life of the xenos that had killed her retinue. Farsight turned over with a pitiful mewl just in time for the power sword of the battle sister to puncture his face.
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Smoke rose from the ruined starport. While Tarthus Prime would take decades to recover from the Tau's assault, it would do so under the benevolent gaze of the Emperor. This was enough for Battle Sister Alicia.
Fight: Commander Farsight versus Sister Alicia
Winner: Sister Alicia

With the new war effort against the Tau, many of the imperial commanders had been rallied to strike at the heart of the Tau Empire. However, the war effort had been beset previosly with the deaths of some of the imperium's greatest heros, Usarker E. Creed, Sly Marbo, even a legendary Primarch had been slain by the Tau before the imperium had a chance to react.

While the steel legion moved to continue cleansing the tyranid scourge on Xarxes Secundus, Commissar yarrick had elected to participate in this new war effort alongside the space marines of the Black Templar. They were approaching the battle-site of an imperial colony that had been destroyed and "assimilated" by the Tau. A small splinter fleet had formed carrying 100 battle brothers, 2 dreadnoughts and Yarrick himself. They had felt that this task force would be able to establish a beach head for the other members of the main fleet.

The Tau were embarking on a new conquest and were already in orbit around the newly renamed Tau'La when scanners located a small fleet headed in their direction. Ground command ordered the fleet to engage all hostile targets and ordered the transports to begin boarding when possible.

The combat began with the "Emancipator" taking the full brunt of a heavy torpedo battery. The Emancipator's shields flashed and then faded as a second wave approached. Bright lights formed at the front of the Emancipator's hull and then bubbles of flame belched forth from the midsection. The an even larger explosion tore the Emancipator in half lengthwise, sending debris against other Tau ships and towards the outer reaches of space.

The space battle was in full swing by the time the battleship "Terminus" had been surrounded by transport vessels. Smaller cannons outfitted to ship's hull were now pounding away at landing craft carrying troops to attact the interior of the ship. The crew and their cargo prepared to repel boarders.

Plasma and bolter fire ripped through the corridors as several landers had managed to unload their cargo in relatively close proximity. Two other landers had struck the ship in another location, unleashing a pack of kroot and their shaper Prok.

While the fire warriors had been able to pacify the members of the crew, the space marines themselves were something else. They didn't go down as easily, and they packed more of a punch, yet the fire warriors were still making some progress. The kroot, on the other hand, were quickly moving through the ship, tearing apart combat servitors and crew members alike. They had yet to meet any of the bulky space marines, but they were prepared to do so.

Yarrick and a group of 3 battle brothers quickly made their way to corridor d-2 to try and halt the progress they may have been making. That's when the two heros and their retinues met. The kroot had been taken by surprise as the imperials quickly began sending bolts towards them, quickly eliminating several of Prok'sentourage. The kroot returned from their shocked state and charged forth towards the imperials, firing their crude weaponry. Bolter fire continued to mow down down several more kroot before the kroot struck the small imperial squad like lightning.

Two battle brothers were sent to the ground as several kroot had tackled each of them. Maxim was still standing, but soon received a largeblade to the neck that almost instantly severed his neck. Prok had made the first kill against the space marines this day and eyed his new target. Yarrick had fallen back to avoid being tackled by the charging kroot and watched as a muscly figure tore the head from Maxim, Brutus and Mikael were still on the ground being pounded upon by the kroot, but they were still fighting back.

The two heros stayed a distance and eyed each other down, looking for any weaknesses or possible strengths. Prok made the first move, firing a shot at Yarrick that impacted with Yarrick's torso, his carapace armor saving him from any grieous wounding. The impact however had caused Yarrick to slouch and Prok took the advantage, tackling the old man and slashing towards his throat. Yarrick's face felt the sting as the blade cut a line across his left cheek and seconds later severing the power source for his bionic eye. Yarrick responded by punching Prok using his natural left hand. Prok reeled from the blow and readied his knife. Yarrick surged forth using his power fist as a shield. As he approached, Prok readied himself. Yarrick swung, the scisor-like grips on his power fist opened wide like the maw of a predator. Prok parried and gripped the top of the fist , sending it to the floor of the ship. Prok used his foot to keep the power fist on the ground and used his free hand to pummel Yarrick, a swift upper cut sending the Old Man of Armageddon to the ground in a loud thump. Prok closed for the kill, eager to take the skills of his opponent. Yarrick knew his time was short, he drew his laspistol, aimed, and fired. Prok laughed as the shot clearly missed him, but quickly stopped when he noticed that his quarry was also laughing. Fire tore through the corridor engulfing both the heros and their retinue.

After the boarding had been repelled and the imperial fleet had bested the small Tau fleet, repairs were being made to the ship's interior. In corridor d-2 they found the Old Man of Armageddon, dragging himself towards the apothecarium on the ship. The ashes of the kroot were unceremoniusly swept up and expelled with the other refuse from the fighting into the vacuum of space.

FIGHT: YARRICK vs PROK
OUTCOME: Kentucky Fried Kroot

WOAAAH! OK, let me get my bearings here first. Damghot awesome destruction reigns supreme as we near the finals of this most gorily gory and bloodily bloody of tournaments! Bucketz of guts have been spilled most gratuitously in suitably intense detail

Also hehehe... was wondering when U guys were going to DESTROYPURGEKILL the space commies! BTW this thread rocks and thanx for all yr trouble

So, after a rather Tau-centric mop-up of the group stages, the semi-finals played out in this way: ALICIA purging the heretical blue-skinned xeno FARSIGHT, and the ignominious end of SUPER SPACE CHICKEN at the hands of the grizzled commisar.

We therefore come to THE FINAL:

ALICIA vs YARRICK.

I'll handle the battle report myself, but the winner is decided by Y'ALL. So please vote for either ALICIA or YARRICK...
First one to get best out of 9 votes wins

OK vote, Go Go Go!

Sister Alicia

yarrick and his none imperium power klaw

I'm going to say Alicia.

Sister Alica would kill Yarrick.

yarrick

Hey! You voted twice!

Orky-Kowboy wrote:Hey! You voted twice!

well, you never said what the number of times i could vote was

Once

With the new and improved Yarrick's rules I would have to go with him.

finally, some one with some sense

shas'o vera wrote:finally, some one with some sense

Oh the irony.

*goes to a corner of the thread and sulks*
i dont know why i even bothered coming here

Yarrick +1

I'm content with either, to be honest.

Also, knowing who'll win beforehand takes away some of the suspense.

I vote Yarrilicia wins. Figure that one out.

Orkestra wrote:I'm content with either, to be honest.

Also, knowing who'll win beforehand takes away some of the suspense.

I vote Yarrilicia wins. Figure that one out.

you said yarrick first, therefore, you choice is yarrick

Actually, never once in my post is this 'yarrick' mentioned. Nice try, though.

you said you voted for Yarrilicia (first half is yarrick, FIRST)
therefore i am right

Okay, its tied at the moment. Orkestra needs to make up his mind and orky-kowboy should vote. We need 5 votes for either one and we have 3 for both.

Screw it... ATTENTION! ATTENTION! YOUR REQUESTED AIRSTRIKE IS INBOUND!